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Red Lights Paroles

MARCO PLUS

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Paroles de Red Lights

Hey, uh
Bodies covered in sheets, it's the hottest summer
The streets gettin' godless, gun in the Jeep
If the opps is comin' you'll reek
Catch a homie, duck the police, keep it silent
Shut the capiche or it's violent
Fuck niggas sleep with the fishes
Shit like a rabid dog, it keep gettin' vicious
Nobody ever wanna shoot the fake 'cause these niggas bitches
I sleep with the blick on the nightstand
Listen with my mic hand, the white man that's on the green paper, got the right plan
We hustle to them boys in bluе pull up in them white Vans
The block is hot as hеll, the Glock will leave you with a nice tan
This shit the realest gamble, you'll never know where the dice land
Brand new Air Force is covered in blood, runnin' in mud
How the hell you even get your fuckin' gun in the club?
The lights just off so ain't nobody see your face
But it's potters know now
They outside your momma house squeezin' drakes, aw man

Red lights, I'ma run it every time
Pussy nigga tryna' to take what's mine
Keep it cool, I want your mama, then I'ma cry
I just wanna make it inside, make it inside
Red lights, I'ma run it every time
Pussy nigga tryna' to take what's mine I keep a cold fastenin' on my side
Just got the news, they found a new body
I'm probably best just stayin' inside
I gotta pray these demons don't find me
I keep a cold fastenin' on my side
Just got the news, they found a new body
I'm probably best just stayin' inside
Your fam assumed the worst when they viewed the news niggas dropped 'em
Goosebumps up they neck, they all knew you flew to the lobby
Heaven's all-inclusive, where everything is paid for, honor never ends
It's endin' stay and communication is choppy
Your lil sister asked when you comin' back from vacation
Your shorty fought back tears when she answered that she don't know
The worst part about that moment not even the fact she lied
It's the fact that your lil sister keep textin' shit to your phone
This shit get wicked dawg, like based on who get the draw
Fastest brush, da Vinci-level artwork 'cause that's 7-6-2 packed 'em up, suburban boy
But lord, as I grow older, think 'bout strappin' up
Imagine men was tasked to tell Mrs. Patrick they bagged me up
Boy, God forbid, conscience on a swivel
Palm rest on a tree
Mark her damn near blood
Make sure my niece gon' see her papa live
I'd probably beg, sacrifice it all to see my partner's kids
For birthdays on a yearly
Red light runner when they near me
Fuck, we stoppin' for?

Red lights, I'ma run it every time
Pussy nigga tryna to take what's mine
Keep it cool, I want your mama, then I'm cryin'
I just wanna make it inside, make it inside
Red lights, I'ma run it every time
Pussy nigga tryna' to take what's mine
Keep it cool, I want your mama, then I'm cryin'
I just wanna make it inside, make it inside